That's true. It could be anywhere. She's not sure why she got it stuck in her head that Hera was drawing them on Earth.

"I'm..." She sighs and rubs her arm. "I'm just tired of being the fool. Of... of thinking things are one way, and then having the rug pulled out from under me."

She picks up her cup again and takes another sip of whiskey. The burning sensation seems to center her. "The whole thing is out of my hands, anyway. Well, maybe not finding a new place to live. But how we fight the Cylons. That's up to the military."